“Crazy ass,” she muttered.
The big living room with a huge stone fireplace was to the right, but he led her straight ahead to the dining room and big kitchen space. Nothing was out of place, and it was spotless. His furniture was big, a large sectional that was spacious enough to spread out comfortably and look at the big seventy-inch TV built into the wall with bookcases on either side filled with reading material, and a few knick knacks and figurines that looked expensive.
“I know we supposed to be going out to eat later, but if you want something now, just check the fridge. If you want to order something, let me know. I’m going to run a shower and change.”
“I don’t have any clothes here.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m taking care of that. Make yourself at home.”
Just past the kitchen was a staircase, and she could hear him going up the steps as she took in his home.
Sighing, she marched over to the fridge and propped the door open. Everything was neatly arranged. The nigga even had a salad bar set up with all the fixings. Coast washed her hands and decided on a chicken Caesar salad. She checked her phone and set it on the counter. Not like she was expecting anyone to call. She’d blocked Sipes, and Arwen was the only friend she had. She’d exchanged numbers with Inari and Ayla, though, so she was hoping she’d found a solid girl group. Lord knows she needed one. Her message alert went off, and she saw that Inari had texted her.
Inari: Girl!
Coast: What’s up?
Inari: Ayla called me. Triple date!!! (crazy face emoji)
Coast: Apparently these Blackmoor men don’t know how to take no for an answer. I’m currently being held hostage at Mozzi’s house.
Inari: Is it nice?
Coast: Really? Fuck the being kidnapped part?
Inari: LOL. I’m srry.
Coast: It’s nice as hell! No sign of a woman anywhere either. But he did say this was his hideout, so that means he has another house where he takes his hoes.
Inari: LMAO. Such a pessimistic girl! Let that man spoil you!
Coast: Whatever. I guess I’ll see you at dinner!
Inari: Smooches! (kissing emoji)
Coast pulled out a stool at the island counter, said a quick prayer over her food, and dug into the salad. She washed it down with peach tea and washed her bowl out at the sink before moving through Mozzi’s home and inspecting everything. There was another bathroom and an empty room off the sideof his laundry space and garage. She opened closet doors and eventually found her way upstairs. There was an open loft space that he’d set up like a gaming room with big screen TVs, an Xbox, PlayStation, and even the old classics like Sega and a super Nintendo. Lining one wall there were arcade style games like Street Fighter and Ms. Pacman too. The walls were decorated in old school gaming posters, and a few shelves had different character figurines like Mario and Luigi, Crash Bandicoot, and Sonic.
Two gaming chairs sat right in front of the TV, and on either side of them was a comfortable couch shaped like a game controller with matching pillows. Coast had never seen anything like it. He even had a vending machine in the corner filled with snacks, and a mini fridge overloaded with drinks. She inhaled his body wash when she neared his bedroom and found Mozzi on the edge of his California King bed, rolling a blunt with his phone beside his tray filled with buds.
“Mozzi, don’t have me bring all this shit, and you talk shit about it. You know I do this for real,” a snappy female expressed through the speaker of his iPhone. “My clients know one thing about me: I’m clutch and always come through. They trust my taste, too. I know you used to a certain type, but what you described about this girl ain’t that.”
“The fuck y’all get this ‘my type’ shit from?”
“Oh, baby, trust, you have one. But I’m heading your way now. Should be there in about twenty minutes or so.”
“Good looking.” He tapped the button to end the call and popped his head up to find Coast lingering in his doorway.
His room was cozy, with the exit to the balcony on the other side.
“What’s up, Trouble? You done snooping around my shit?” He used his lighter to dry his blunt and chuckled.
“I wasn’t snooping.”
“My surveillance system says otherwise.” He nodded to the camera monitors on the TV screen mounted in front of his bed.
Coast stepped inside to see every inch of his home displayed on different monitors. He’d been watching her the whole time.
“Paranoid?” she asked with her arms tucked across her chest.
